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He stopped close to me and stared into my eyes.
“Why do you care so much about these bastards?” he asked.
“It’s the principle,” I said, my voice soft, a whisper.
“I’ll kill a hundred more of them if it means I can make sure you’re okay,” he said. “Does that make me evil?”
“I don’t know,” I said.
“That’s right. So when it becomes about you, suddenly you’re not sure.”
“Don’t be a bastard.”
“Don’t pretend like you’re perfect. Don’t pretend like you don’t want me.”
“I do want you, okay?” The words spilled out in a rush and as I stared up into his eyes, I wished I could shove them back into my mouth.
I grew up being told men like Luca were evil, should be avoided at all costs. I grew up hating them, hating what happened to my father.
And now I wanted him, wanted him so badly it hurt.
Because he was protecting me.
He killed for me. He came for me, made sure I was safe, and still wants to go to of his way to make sure I don’t get hurt. He doesn’t have to do any of this, but he’s doing it anyway, all because he seems to value me for some reason I can’t even begin to understand.
He wants me. And I want him.
It’s sick and fucked up.
And god, I don’t know if I can stop it anymore.
He leaned down and kissed me. Slow at first, his hands on my hips, holding me tight. I kissed him back and sucked in a breath through my nose, tasting him, tentative and afraid.
But he was a man, just a man, a delicious and gorgeous man.
He pulled me tighter against him, kissed me faster. I tugged at his shirt and he pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. I pressed my hands against his rugged, muscular chest and abs, running my fingers down him, unable to help the soft gasps that escaped my mouth. He bit my lower lip and pulled at my shirt, taking it off, my hair spilling down around my shoulders as he took off my bra.
I let it slide off, down onto the floor. He cupped my breasts and kissed my neck.
“This is the truth right here,” he said. “Your body and mine. Once we get past all the abstract bullshit, the constant worrying about what’s right or wrong, there’s just this. There’s just what feels good.”
“I’m afraid of giving myself away to that,” I whispered, half strangled with a moan.
“Don’t be afraid,” he said. “I promise, I’m not going to hurt you.”
He bit my lip again then pulled me up to my feet. He dropped to his knees in front of me, kissed my stomach, unbuttoned my jeans. I grabbed his thick, full hair as he tugged them down, kissed my stomach. I kicked them off as he pushed me back up against the back of the couch, spreading my legs a little, tongue between my legs, kissing over my panties, my soaking wet panties, my mind a racing whirl of need, fear and god, yes, please.
He pushed my panties aside, tongued me top to bottom, and I let out a wild moan, dipping my head back.
He licked me fast, tongue lapping me up, tasting every inch of me. I grabbed his hair hard as pleasure bloomed hot and fast and wrong. God, it was so wrong, this man between my legs, licking me like this, after what had happened tonight.
But I wanted it. I gripped his hair, I moved my hips, I let him lick me faster, his tongue on my swollen clit. I moaned, curled my spine forward, whispered his name. “Luca, god, yes,” I said, gasping.
He kept going, licking faster, rolling his tongue along my spot like he knew exactly where I wanted him to touch. I moved my hips, matching his rhythm, my body on fire with need, so much need, so much pleasure, all of the pain and sadness and fear disappearing, overwhelmed by his touch, by his tongue between my legs.
I gasped, my back arching. He sucked my clit just right, tongue rolling around it, moving faster, and I knew I couldn’t last longer. It was wrong, so wrong, and it felt so good, made it so much better.
“Fuck,” I gasped, “Oh, fuck, Luca.”
He didn’t speak, didn’t stop. His hands gripped my ass and hips, holding me tight and still. I leaned back, grabbed the top of the couch, my body tensing, beginning to tremble, to shake, as pleasure washed over me, ballooned through me. I gasped, staccato and incredible, as the orgasm swelled through me in an intense burst of pure ecstasy.
I released, god, yes, I released and he seemed greedy for it, lapping me up, licking me through it, sucking my lip and making me laugh like an idiot. I was flushed, sweating, and when the orgasm slowly began to fade, he pulled back and looked at me, a smirk on his gorgeous lips.
